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Rock n Roll

Bongo by a broken rockHere I am reporting from a dry wash in the middle of my trails.

What? I’ve got to explain myself?

Oh. Dry wash.

Well, it’s dry – most of the time.

That’s why they call it a dry wash.

But sometimes when there’s a lot of rain the water washes through.

That’s why they call it a wash.

So here I am in the middle of this dry wash and I see something strange.

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A rock – a pretty big rock – broken in two.

Broken rock

It must have come rolling down the wash and hit this other rock hard.

But if this rock was tumbling down fast enough to hit that rock and break, then I don’t think the wash was dry.

There must have been water flowing through really fast.

Does that mean it was a wet wash?

I guess so.

But I’ve never heard anyone talk about a wet wash.

But there’s something else too.

A rock that hits hard enough to break would probably make a lot of noise.

Maybe a thunder-like noise.

And a dry wash turns into a wet wash when there’s a lot of rain.

And most of the time when there’s thunder there’s rain.

So maybe there’s no such thing as thunder.

It’s noisy rocks instead.

So now I’ve got a plan.

If I could get the City of Sedona to ban all rocks from being here and send them far away, then I’d be a happy dog.

I’m on my way to the Mayor’s office.

I’m sure he’ll think it’s a great idea.

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Note from Bongo’s Person: If you’re not familiar with Sedona, it’s famous for its rocks.

Close up of lit up red rocks

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Posted by on August 6, 2014 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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Too Many Piles

Bongo next to a pile of rocks in a washI don’t believe it!

Someone ran out of room in their rock pile spot and now they’re even building rock piles in my wash.

This is a silly place to build rock piles.

Don’t they know this is a wash?

As soon as we get a good rain the water will come roaring down here and take that rock pile away.

Oh, wait.

When was the last time we had rain here?

That rock pile might be safe after all.

So anyway, since that rock pile in the wash might wash away I’m going to leave it alone.

And invade the rock pile spot instead.

Bongo among many piles of rocks

Every time I walk by here there are more piles of rocks.

They’re running out of room to even put more piles.

So I think I’ll do them a little favor.

So they have a chance to do some more piling…

Bongo knocked over a few rocks

I think I’ll knock a few of these rocks to the ground.

 
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Posted by on March 26, 2014 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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Rain Changes

Bongo on the trail - cloud covered rocks in the distanceIt rained and rained today.

I thought I was going to have to take my person for a rain walk.

But finally things cleared up – or at least the rain stopped falling.

So off we went.

But something had happened on my trails.

The clouds had stolen some of my rocks.

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Clouds over Thunder Mountain

Yikes! There goes another one.

I’d better go chase those clouds away before they steal all my rocks.

Cloud covered rocks

I had to give up on those clouds because I couldn’t convince my person to follow me – and she wouldn’t let go of my leash.

Sometimes it’s a real burden taking a person for a walk.

Some of my rocks had disappeared – but then I found some new things on my trails that hadn’t been there before.

Small purple flowers

These flowers weren’t here before.

Bongo looking at water in the wash

Neither was this swimming hole.

Yipee! I love swimming.

Hey, wait a minute. This hole’s not deep enough.

Maybe I can dig it deeper.

Bongo digging in a small pool of water

Maybe not.

Guess I’ll head back home.

Hey person, I think we might be lost.

Bongo in a wash containing a small stream of water

I’ve been looking all over the place and I can’t find the dry wash that we always walk through.

 
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Posted by on September 10, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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Souvenirs of Battle

Bongo sniffing in the washThere was a battle here last night.

I can smell it.

Right here in the wash on my trails.

I wonder who won.

I can imagine what happened.

Wild boys shooting each other.

“Pow! You’re hit.”

“No, I got you.”

“It bounced off me and didn’t leave a mark.”

“I’ll get you this time.”

“Ouch! That one stung.”

There’s something I can’t figure out though.

I guess those boys must be really rich.

They use pearls for weapons.

I found one here a couple days ago.

Today there were bunches.

Airsoft pellet in a crevice

I found them in cracks.

Airsoft pellet among leaves

And stuck among old leaves.

They were everywhere.

Either those boys are so rich they don’t care about their pearls, or they couldn’t find them all in the hidey hole places they went.

I don’t know who won the battle, but I do know one thing.

Bongo with airsoft pellets

I got the pearls so I’m the true winner.

Anyone want to trade a pearl for some treats?

 
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Posted by on June 27, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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